Type in the content of your page here. As brown as the trenches where soldiers lay dead, As brown as the planes dropping bombs up ahead, As brown as the rat scampering on my dirty head, As brown as the cookies that we are fed, As brown as the uniform that lay on the dead, War is a brown, brown place. BY KATIE NYCE!
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As brown as the trenches where soldiers lay dead,
As brown as the planes dropping bombs up ahead,
As brown as the rat scampering on my dirty head,
As brown as the cookies that we are fed,
As brown as the uniform that lay on the dead,
War is a brown, brown place.
BY KATIE NYCE!